Everything Rides Gravity
I was supposed to be in the Catskills this weekend, exploring all the resorts, including at least six I hadn't been to, if the hurricane didn't hit. All week Irene was tracking up the coast toward New York, and Nate defiantly kept the trip on. By last night, the storm made landfall and 17 was flooded, and he still wanted to go, saying the weather would help with not getting caught. Not wanting to be stranded in the flood zone, I pushed to cancel the trip. Of course, even with all the roads closed, and my having a few ideas…